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Rating: Andreas Schnaas is a genius: he made a movie (I mean... a TRILOGY!) of crap, with "actors" of crap and an overall quality... of crap, and what did he name it?! Violent Shit, precisely!
The masterpiece of this director (who reminds me of the porn star Gianna Michaels, only fatter and uglier) has the sole purpose of showing disgusting scenes of absurdly splatter murders, with no logical thread or the slightest explanation. Until the second chapter, you can follow the actions of this deformed killer called Karl the Butcher (played by Schnaas himself), who wanders through streets, woods, and construction sites, brutally killing anyone he meets. Period. A plot cannot exist, except for a hint of it in the third film, where Karl and his son (protagonists of Violent Shit I and II respectively) have created an army and settled on an island; three kung-fu experts must survive, amidst choreographed fights and Power Ranger-style explosions.
As for the first chapter, leaving aside any comments on acting, set design, or the like, some cult scenes can be recalled: a woman being eviscerated starting from the vagina, Karl emerging from Jesus Christ during a mystical dream, and finally the birth of his son. The special effects are handmade, as fake as Fabrizio Frizzi's laugh, but sufficiently "gory".
The second Violent Shit is an extremization of the first, with decapitations and subsequent fellatio with the head (a similar scene is also present in the French "High Tension" by Aja), castrations, and of course no plot.
The quality of the footage goes from ultra-amateur of the first film to a more decent amateur-almost-professional level in the third (and final) episode, subtitled "Infantry of Doom". As already stated, here you can even recognize a pseudo-plot, and moreover, the special effects are undoubtedly more refined. Additionally, there are dialogues and a more cinematic use of the camera.
If obviously this trilogy can only be considered the fruit of a deviant with a passion for offal, one must also recognize the passion poured into the project, the typical absurdity of the genre (the birth of the son, the army doctor with Hitler-like mustache, the ninjas) and the presence of a somewhat characterized character thanks to the medieval-style mask. Therefore, the judgment will also take these aspects into account.
Schnaas's subsequent films (like "Nikos the Impaler" or "Anthropophagous 2000") will be more refined, even more inclined to Bad Taste humor, gory, but nothing will rival the poetry of "Violent Shit - Die Trilogie".
A movie that even M. Poletti should see.
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